Quiet Expressions (Private Lani Obliv Possibly Mature)

Claire shrugs, taking a few of the beignet for herself. "I suppose it does kind of taste like funnel cake... My sister and I went to visit New Orleans once with... Our parents. We had some there, then we came home and learned the recipe. Sarah and I always make a few baskets around Carnival."

She grinned, eating away at the food, "You ever been to Carnival yourself?'

Claire shook her head. "No, not in Brazil or in New Orleans... I've always wanted to go to the Carnival in New Orleans, though... It just... Never happened." Her gaze grew distant, and wistful.

Jasmine smirked, "You're almost an adult. What's gunna stop you?"

Claire smiled, taking her hand and squeezing it. "You should come with me."

"Already planned on it." She said, offering a wink before taking more of the dessert. "You act like you can get rid of me at this point."

Claire laughed, giving her hand a tight squeeze, but blushing at the wink. "You act like I want to get rid of you at this point..."

She grinned back, "Well, good to know I'm a keeper." Jasmine gave her another wink but still seemed more distracted than anything else.

Claire flushed, downing her drink to distract herself. "I-I've got something... For after dinner."

Jasmine raised a brow, curious, "And what would that be?"

Claire gave a mischievous smile. "I can't tell you just yet... It's a secret."

Jasmine titled her head, curious, setting her food down. "I'm not a patient person, my dear."

Claire smiled taking her hand and standing. "Then follow me, Jazzy..."

Jasmine grinned, popping the rest of her last piece into her mouth before standing, "Anywhere."

Claire took her hand, leading her through her apartment to the room that had previous had most of her paint supplies. Her easel and other painting supplies were sitting off to the side, and something that almost looked like a masseuses bench stood in the center. The only light came from a myriad of candles candles and a line of moon light that filtered through the break in the curtains. Claire looked to Jazz, blushing a bit. "S-Strip?"

Jasmine's brow raised as she looked from the room to the girl, "May I ask why?" She said, adrenaline making her heart race and hands tremble.

Claire blushed, pointing to the bench. "I-I want to give you a massage... I-I can get you some s-shorts, if you want..."

Jasmine laughed, shaking her head. "That's fine." She brought Claire's hand up, kissing the back of it before stepping back and beginning to pull the dress over her head.

Claire blushed, looking away as she undressed. "U-Um... A-And take your b-bra off. I-If you're wearing one." She nervously shuffled her feet, twiddling her thumbs.

Jasmine giggled as she pulled the dress over her head before holding it in front of her and folding it. She set it down before unclipping her bra and dropping it, folding her arms over her chest.

Claire looked over to her, blushing deeply before gesturing to the bench. "L-Lay on your stomach?"

Jasmine nodded, doing as she was instructed, laying her arms down on either side of her as she closed her eyes and tried to relax. "So, what brought all this on...?"

Claire pulled the zipper on the back of her dress, down, her dress dropping around her ankles. Tentatively, she slowly slipped over to the bench, straddling Jazz over the small of the back. Her hands put light pressure on her upper back, gently kneading her muscles. "I wanted to do something for you. Make you feel nice..."

The girl let out a soft moan at the touch before sighing slowly, "There.... ohhh... there wasn't any... need for this, Angel."

Claire put a bit more pressure on, though still kept overly gentle, kneading away the knots in her back. She leaned down, kissing the back of her neck. "I wanted to... That's all the reason I needed..."